Julie

Chapter 26

I leaned against the doorway and tapped my foot impatiently, looking at the man seated at the computer workstation. He had been sitting there continuously for over four hours, without taking a single break, not even for coffee nor for the bathroom. Though I supposed that without the former, there wasn't much need for the latter, even if he hadn't been an enhanced Terran. "Aren't you through, yet?" I finally asked him, when it seemed clear that he was going to continue to ignore my presence.

He didn't even bother to look up from the screen. "In a minute. Just as soon as I fix this bug," he replied, his right hand leaving the keyboard to move the mouse around a little, before returning to the keyboard to resume typing.

I continued to tap my foot. "That's what you said an hour ago. And an hour before that."

He shrugged his shoulders, without interrupting his typing. "I really want to get this debugged tonight." He moved the mouse around a little more, and then resumed typing.

"C'mon, leave it for tomorrow. You've got other things to do tonight."

I ran my fingers through my hair just as my darling husband finally turned his head to look at me. His face lit up with that lopsided grin of his as he saw me, dressed in the black lace negligee that I had bought to surprise him with on our last wedding anniversary. However, still grinning, he quickly turned back to the screen and resumed typing.

While I knew that I held the number one spot in his heart, there was something else that held that same spot in his head. And tonight, he apparently was in the mood to let his head dictate his actions, not his heart.

However, I wasn't in the mood to leave him alone. Or to be left alone, either. Pushing myself away from the door, I rapidly crossed the room to stand behind his chair. Catching his wrists, I pulled his hands away from the keyboard.

"Hey, Jule! Just one more bug." He tried to pull his arms free, but of course his enhanced male strength was no match for my Velorian female strength, his wrists didn't move a single inch.

Bringing his wrists together, I held both of them in my left hand. My right hand dropped lower, unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. Letting go of his wrists, I lifted him out of his chair so that I could slide his jeans and his shorts down his legs.

"Hey, Jule! Not now!" He slipped one wrist free and grabbed onto my arm to try to stop me from stripping him.

I've never liked having a man resist my advances. Not when I really wanted him. Not even when it was my darling husband doing the resisting. Especially my darling husband. Reaching down to grab him by the convenient handle between his legs, I lifted him completely out of his chair and started carrying him toward our bedroom. I squeezed harder as the handle got larger and harder in response to my touch.

He made a futile grab for the keyboard. "No, Jule! I need to finish debugging that."

That did it. If he didn't want to fuck me, than he could very well just fuck off. A quick twist of my wrist turned him upside down. I then pushed him into the wall, the plaster cracking as the tip of the handle hit. Putting my other hand on his ass, I pushed him in further. I stepped away, leaving him hanging upside down, literally nailed to the wall by his shaft. "Debug that!" I snarled at him, before turning and continuing on to our bedroom, ignoring his pleas to let him down. "Computer jocks!" I muttered under my breath, as I turned the corner. "Why did I marry one of them, instead of marrying a plain jock?"

I lay down on the bed, my hands sliding under my negligee to begin caressing my breasts. Lightly at first, applying no more force than I had used to nail George to the wall. I gradually started increasing the pressure with my left hand, until I was squeezing myself more than hard enough to crush steel, as my right hand worked its way down my body, circling my mound, before my fingers slid into my damp and waiting slit.

"What? She did what to you?"

Too stunned at his revelation to continue, the blonde immediately stopped ravishing his broad muscular chest and rolled off to the side, propping herself up on an elbow as she looked down at the large handsome man next to her on the bed.

The man was Randall Johnston. Her new husband. Kathy Johnston, née Norris, was still getting used to that concept. A very delightful concept at that, though. A concept that she definitely wanted to get comfortable with. Not just for now, but for a long time to come. For the rest of her life, hopefully.

But this was something else entirely. "She did what to you?" she repeated her question.

"I really didn't want to say anything about it, Kathy," he said. "It's over and done with, and there's nothing either of us can say or do about it now to change anything."

She was shocked. "Randall, how can you say that?"

"Could you have done anything about it? You were fighting that other Arion. There was nothing I could do against her. I may be an Arion," that had been a shock to both of them when they had first learned that from his adoptive mother, "but I'm just a Beta. What could I have done against an Alpha?"

"Oh, Randall! If only I had known what you were going through. I would have tried to help. You know that, don't you?" She laid her head down on his chest as she slid her arms under him, being careful not to hold him too tightly.

He brushed her long golden hair out of his face. He then put his arms around her. Knowing that he couldn't hurt her even if he tried to, he held her as tightly as he could. "Of course I do, Kathy. But you were busy fighting for your own life. And I knew when I became a policeman that I would be putting my life on the line every day." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I just never thought that the most dangerous moment in my life would be while a beautiful babe was raping me."

"What! You can call her beautiful after what she did to you?"

"Well, not as beautiful as you, of course. But you've got to admit, our Arion genes do tend to make us rather good looking. Don't you think so?"

"Randall!" She playfully swatted at his cheek. Not very hard. Not hard at all, just a light pretend slap. Then she leaned closer to whisper into his ear. "I can't speak for the women, but I think at least one Arion man is very good looking." She then stopped talking and started nibbling his ear.

He reached over and cupped a breast, squeezing it with all of his Beta strength. She didn't think that she'd ever get tired of his light feathery caresses. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. She whispered the question into his ear.

He immediately slid away from her, rolling onto his side so he could face her. "Kathy! How could you ask something like that? She was raping me! Of course I didn't enjoy it!"

"Just curious. I wondered how she compared to me, when I 'rape' you." She reached over with a hand and pulled him towards her, the weight of his large muscular body meaning nothing to her enhanced strength. She positioned him in the middle of the bed. Raising herself up to her knees, she threw a leg over him, straddling him. She lowered herself down on his throbbing cock and started pumping with her long shapely legs. "So, was she any good?"

When he didn't reply, she grabbed his wrists and placed his hands against her breasts. "Was she any good?" she asked again, pressing his fingers harder against her soft breasts, almost hard enough to break an ordinary man's fingers.

"She didn't make love to me. There was no love in it. Just pure sex. She just used my body for her pleasure. There was nothing pleasurable about it for me. She didn't let me enjoy it." She felt his hands begin to squeeze her breasts. "Not like you at all."

She thought that she could sympathize with him. She herself had never been raped, especially since Randall's 'mother' had enhanced her after that fire, though there had been that one time on the Palomar estate. And she knew that it was possible for a woman to force herself on a man, she had done it herself, though she still had not told him about those two men behind the supermarket. And sometimes, what they did came close to rape. Though she was careful to stop when he really wanted her to.

She quickly pushed those thoughts out of her mind, as he showed her the difference.

The two of them were on their honeymoon. More precisely, they were in their stateroom on a cruise ship, as it steamed on its way from Miami to Nassau in the Bahamas.

They had spent a lot of time in their stateroom, coming out for not much more than meals. And to let Randall get some rest. Their stateroom was not the most restful place in the world. At least, not for Randall with Kathy around.

They would have a week of fun and sun in the Bahamas, before sailing back to Miami and spending some time in the Keys before finally flying home. Of course, the way they were going, they might not get too much sun. Or maybe they would, Randall probably could use the rest.

And she could have him any time she wanted back at home on the West Coast. She might never have another chance to visit the Bahamas, so she intended to make the most of it.

It just wasn't doing anything for me. I just couldn't concentrate on what my hands were doing. My mind kept returning to the man hanging on the wall in the next room.

My darling husband! What had I done? I had wanted him in bed with me, so just what the heck was I doing here by myself, while he was out there in the study?

I immediately jumped out of bed, smoothing down my negligee. I ran a hand through my hair to straighten it as I walked back to the study. As sorry as I felt at what I had done to him, I couldn't resist a small laugh when I saw him. He was still dangling there upside down, trying to push himself out of the wall. However, my laughter didn't last very long, as I walked up to him. "Oh, George, I'm sorry. I never should have done that."

Putting my hands on his hips, I pulled him out of the wall and flipped him right side up. "I'm sorry," I repeated. "I hope I didn't hurt that." Looking down at it, I saw that his shaft was coated with plaster dust. Instead of setting him down on his feet, I lifted him up higher, bringing his shaft up to my mouth. I ran my tongue lightly over it, starting to clean him off. It had shrunk a little while he had been hanging on the wall, but it quickly grew back to its full size as I licked it. I broke off to look up at him. "Hmmm, sorta crunchy. And it adds a nice flavor to it. We just might have to do this more often."

Totally shocked, he looked down at me and said only one word, "Jule!" I grinned back at him and he knew that he'd been had. I brought him down lower and tilted my head back, quickly brushing his lips across mine. And speaking of being had, I then lifted him back up to my face and put him inside of my mouth, closing my lips around his shaft as I ran my tongue along its length, cleaning him off completely.

He must have forgiven me, for though he didn't say a word, his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them with all of his strength. I carried him to our bed, still licking and sucking on his shaft.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again, taking him out of my mouth and laying him down on the bed. I pulled his shirt off over his head, before finishing the job with his jeans and his shorts.

"I probably deserved it," he said, with that lopsided grin of his. "I had been ignoring you all evening, Jule."

"That's still no excuse for me to do that to you. You were just doing your job."

"But that's my office job. I have a different job here, at home." He reached out for me and started pulling my negligee up over my head, as I snuggled up closer to make it easier for him. As soon as my face was clear, he cut off whatever I was about to say by pulling me down to him and kissing me, sliding a hand between us to caress a breast. I leaned into his embrace, trapping his hand between our bodies, applying enough pressure to crush steel as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tighter.

Without breaking off the kiss, I rolled us over, putting him on top of me. I then broke off the kiss, guiding his mouth down to my large full breasts. He suckled at one breast, his hands squeezing it with all of his strength, as I lightly caressed the other, only applying about a hundred times the pressure he was applying.

It wasn't long before we both were ready for more. I lifted him up off of me and laid him down on his back. Flexing my calves, I floated up into the air. Rolling over, I lowered myself down on top of him, opening my legs and mounting him. His hands came up to squeeze my breasts as my legs began their rhythmic pumping. Soon, the entire bed was shaking with the force of my thrusts.

Fearing for the integrity of the bed, I slid my hands under his ass and floated up off of the bed, replacing my pumping legs with my arms, as I continued to use him. When I felt him nearing his climax, I tightened my inner muscles around his shaft, delaying his release until mine approached. After climaxing nearly simultaneously, I let both of us fall down to the bed, where we lay gasping for breath.

It didn't take either of us very long to recover. I pulled him back on top of me, guiding his mouth to my breasts again. This time, I left him on top, merely spreading my legs and positioning him between them so that he could thrust himself into me.

I was back on top for the next round, taking it nice and easy this time, my legs only moving my body only about twice as fast and five times as hard as an ordinary woman could do. I put him on top for the round after that. However, I lent him some of my strength, grasping his hips and thrusting him in and out of me faster and harder than he could by himself.

In the morning, unfortunately for him, he probably wasn't in the ideal condition to finish his debugging. Even after I cooked us a nice big breakfast, and served him in bed.

Sirren arrived at their new station, along with the rest of her squad. If nothing else, this was a complete change of scenery from where she had been before, the places that the natives called Texas and Mexico. Everything was so green! The ground was almost completely covered with green plants. At least what little ground there was here.

And the water! There was a lot more of that than there was of the ground. So unlike anything she had ever seen back home on Aria.

In fact, the island was almost too small for her and the other Primes to get much exercise. There was a small clearing that was just big enough to allow them to spar with each other, if they were careful not to smash the surrounding trees too much. And if the Betas were careful to stay out of the way. Even then, the clearing was now a little bigger than it had been when they had first arrived.

There definitely was not enough room for jogging, let alone for running. Instead, they settled for swimming to the next island and back, a trip of just over two miles each way. Even then, it wasn't that much of an exertion, the trip taking a little over a minute each way, swimming underwater the whole way.

And as for the so-called 'exercise equipment' they found in one of the houses on the island. What a joke! They weren't much of a challenge at all, not even for the Betas. They would barely be enough make a strong Terran like Carlos work up a sweat.

But then, they weren't here for the exercise. They took a little time to get acclimatized to the lighter gravity and the yellow sun. Other than for Sirren, none of the other Warriors Prime had been down to this planet before, though unlike Sirren, they all had combat experience groundside on other planets.

Sirren was the only one of the

Three of the others actually had seniority on her as Senior Lieutenants. However, Sirren now held the rank of Brevet Captain, at least for the duration of this assignment, which gave her the rank to be in command of the squad. Not that it was strictly necessary, as the only one of the squad who had actually fought against a Velorian Planetary Protector, let alone survived such an encounter, the squad readily accepted her as their commander.

The Betas were all but in awe of her, the Warrior Prime who had almost killed a Velorian Planetary Protector with just her bare hands.

Their base consisted of a couple of vacation homes on the island. The previous owners had been 'persuaded' to turn them over to the Arions. The four Betas, all men, occupied one of them, having set up their communications equipment. Most of their supplies were also stored there. The five Primes occupied the other house. One of the rooms was being prepared as a special trap for the Velorian bitch. A supply of gold had been sent down with them just for that purpose, and they took turns working with the hated metal.

The other four Primes, two men and two women, had already paired off. That left Sirren alone among the Primes. Alone, without even Carlos' soft and fragile Terran body for her use. She almost regretted not having taken the opportunity while on the ship to sample more of the men, taking them to her bed. Stars knew she'd had the opportunity.

The burdens of command, she told herself. However, she quickly discovered that command does have its privileges to go along with its burdens, as well.

One evening, she was in her room, a combined bedroom and office, with two of the Betas, going over their report for the day. As she listened to them, she discovered that their speech was getting a little rough, as they stammered over their words. She realized that she had been running her hands over their bodies as they stood in front of her. She saw that they were struggling to maintain control. Being mere Betas, they weren't about to touch her without her permission.

She stood up, wrapping her arms around their waists. Effortlessly carrying them, she walked over to her bed. Laying them down on the bed, she saw fear in their eyes. Just like all other human males, they certainly were not immune to her pheromones. She also saw lust in their eyes; after all, the Betas had been here on this island for a while without any females of their kind.

And she hadn't had a man in the same time. After stripping their uniforms off of their bodies, she quickly removed her own uniform and lay down between them, commanding them to please her.

With enthusiasm, and not without a little skill, the two men attempted to carry out their assignment, eagerly suckling and fondling her large full breasts. Knowing that they couldn't possibly hurt her, they used all of their strength as they fondled and squeezed her breasts, their fingers barely dimpling the soft flesh of her large breasts.

It felt so good to have a man's hands touching her again. Even if they were only Betas, they were still considerably stronger than Carlos was. And two men were much better than just one.

Their light caresses quickly brought her body to full arousal. She disengaged one of them from her breast and laid him down on his back. Still holding the other one to her breasts, she mounted the first one.

This was her first experience with Betas. Until recently, she never would even have considered getting intimate with a Beta. But her time on this planet had taught her just how much she enjoyed the feathery caresses of the Terrans. And a Beta wasn't all that much stronger than a Terran was.

Calling on her long experience with Carlos, she was careful to be gentle with the fragile Betas, both with the one between her legs, and with the one tucked under her arm and suckling at her breast. Even then, it was the roughest and most physical sex either of the two men had ever experienced in their lives, as she used them for most of the night, swapping their positions periodically to give them a chance to reload and recharge.

After that night, she made sure that at least one of the Betas always attended her every night. They were not very reluctant to take on this additional duty; she had discovered that most Beta men had secret fantasies about being held in the embrace of a Prime woman. She had heard such stories whispered around the barracks back home, but had discounted them as the mutterings of young Prime girls. To a man, the Betas admitted to her that she was surpassing their wildest fantasies. She didn't think that they were telling her that just to make her happy, either.

"Hey, Randall! How about this one?"

They were walking from the beach, through a parking lot, towards a restaurant for lunch. At Kathy's shout, Randall turned around. It took him a couple of seconds to find her, she was standing over in the next row of cars. "What about which one?"

"You've been saying you're going to buy me a car of my own. How about one just like this one?" She was standing beside a well-preserved classic roadster. A real beauty, long and low, cream-colored, with lots of gleaming chrome trim.

He walked back towards her. And the car. He let out a low whistle. The car was one of the few things that could compete for his attention, even with Kathy around. "It's a real beauty. Just like you."

"Isn't it?" she said, bending over to look inside. That gave him another thing to look at.

He managed to tear his eyes away from her chassis in order to look at the car's. "This thing's got to be worth a fortune. I don't think I can afford anything like this."

"Oh, c'mon, Randall. Not even for me?" She gave him her sexiest smile, making his knees feel like jelly. At the same time, she raised her right arm and began to flex.

As he saw her biceps begin to rise, he also felt something else begin to rise. He concentrated on making his mouth work properly, focusing on his words. "Um, it's also not exactly the most practical car in the world. And reporters, like cops, do tend to be a bit rough on their cars, sometimes."

"Oh? Don't you mean, like a certain reporter gets a bit rough with a certain cop, sometimes?" Her smile widened as she flexed harder, making her biceps rise even more. At the same time, she also flexed her legs a little, making those muscles stand out even more. He knew very well from experience just how 'rough' she could be with those enhanced muscles of hers; he'd been between her legs often enough.

"Um, not exactly."

"Oh, I know what you mean. Some of the places I go to, I'd be afraid to take a car like this. Let alone to leave it parked. That's why I usually take cabs. Still, it's gorgeous."

"Yes, it is." He wasn't looking at the car as he said that, however. He reached up and ran a hand along her biceps. His other hand cupped her hard rounded buttocks before beginning to stroke down her thigh.

She immediately turned and firmly grasped his wrists in her hands, stopping them from moving any further. "Randall! Not here." But then, she pulled him to her and sought out his lips with hers. She eventually let him up for air. "Mmm, after an appetizer like that, what do we do for lunch?"

"I don't know about lunch, but I have a good hunch what I'm having for dessert."

"I certainly know I'm having you for dessert," she grinned up at him, as he took her arm and they continued their walk into town.

One of the things that Sirren decided that they needed to do was to get some appropriate clothes for her people. She had enjoyed trying on the Terran clothes, the few times that she had gone clothes-shopping with Carlos. Having the Betas find the trendiest stores in Miami, she took the two women, Ferren and Teren, shopping with her, leaving the two men behind on the island to finish up the preparations.

They had some fun trying on the various styles. She had cautioned them to be careful, that the Terran clothing wasn't designed to handle the stresses that an Arion Prime could exert on them. Even though this was the first time that they had been on this planet, they both had experience with native clothing on other planets, so her caution did not go unheeded.

As she had expected, the other women both wanted black for their outfits. Black to match their hair. Black leather dresses, with short skirts, black stockings, and long black boots almost up to the knees. They ended up with nearly identical outfits, each of them in a dress with the front dished very low, showing off the deep cleavage between her ample breasts. One of them had buttons up the front, the other a zipper in the back. One chose matching black boots, the other a set of pumps with spike heels. And black purses; even though they didn't have much to carry in them, they still wanted the appropriate accessories. The dresses were among the most revealing in the entire store, though they weren't all that revealing by Arion standards. Certainly, they covered more skin than their uniforms did. But then, the uniforms were designed to allow complete freedom of movement.

Of course, Sirren also got herself a similar outfit. After all, as the squad leader, she couldn't be the only one of them out of 'uniform'.

She knew from the reactions of the Terrans around them, especially the males, that they had chosen well. What was that Terran expression she had heard? Oh yes, they were "dressed to kill". If only the Terrans knew the real truth behind that particular expression, that the women in those black dresses were indeed the most deadly weapons in the entire state, regardless of what they were wearing.

Or not wearing.

Randall looked out and saw the line of dark clouds on the horizon. They were definitely getting closer. Much too close for comfort, for they were not on the horizon any more.

Turning his head, he looked back from the clouds to the only crewmember on the rented sailboat. She was still sitting on the deck, a coil of rope in her hands as she practiced the knots he had been trying to teach her. The mast behind her looked the same as it had two minutes ago.

"Hey, c'mon, Kathy, I told you to get the slack on that sail taken in." While they did have a motor on the boat, he wanted to do it all under sail if he could. They'd gone sailing a few times on the West Coast, but always in coastal waters, barely leaving the harbor at all. This trip was much more ambitious than anything he'd ever tried before. And Kathy was not the best sailor in the world. She might be good at a lot of things, no, she was great at a lot of things, but sailing didn't seem to be one of them.

"Refresh my memory for me. When we got married, just how did you get elected boss?"

"C'mon, we talked about that. This has nothing to do with whether we're married or not. When we're riding horses, you're the boss. When we're sailing on a boat, I'm the captain and you're the mate." He grinned at her. "Now, c'mon, Gilligan, get that sail taken in."

She looked up in surprise at his words. "What? What did you just call me?"

He continued to grin at her. "You heard me, Gilligan. Now get your ass moving."

"Gilligan? Gilligan? Do I look like Gilligan to you?" She slowly stood up, still holding the coil of rope in one hand. When she moved her ass, it definitely did not move the same way that Gilligan's did. Then, when she flexed her chest muscles, something, or rather two somethings, also moved in a way that Gilligan never could do.

No, she most definitely did not look like Gilligan. Well, she was wearing red and white, like Gilligan always did. But Gilligan never wore a white bikini with a red flame design on it. Nor did Gilligan ever fill out a bikini quite in the way that she did. Hell, not even Ginger and Mary Ann together could fill out a bikini like the way that Kathy did. No, there was no way in the world that he could ever mistake her for Gilligan.

"If I were the skipper of a boat, I'd be careful who I called Gilligan," she said, lowering her eyes demurely as she held the rope in one hand. "Remember, when Gilligan does something wrong, it's always the Skipper who gets hurt. And I don't think you want that happening on this boat."

"Okay, okay, so you're not Gilligan. But I'm still the captain, and you're still the mate."

"Hmm, I think like the sound of that last word." She grinned at him.

He grinned back at her, knowing exactly what she meant. But he quickly returned to the business at hand. "Save it for later. First you need to get that sail taken in. I don't like the looks of those clouds coming in. And I want to get to that island before Mother comes over to join us."

"Aye aye, Captain." She gave him a mock salute, before turning around to begin hauling in the lines to take in the slack in the sail. Normally, the job would take two men, pulling in tandem. But she showed no signs of effort as she pulled in the lines, each arm effortlessly doing what would normally take all of a man's strength.

It wasn't that he didn't have the strength to do it himself, or anything like that. But there were enough things that needed to be done, and he couldn't do them all by himself.

And he really did want to get to that uninhabited island before that squall hit. His 'mother', the Velorian Planetary Protector known as SuperFemme, was meeting them there later today. She had also 'enhanced' Kathy, to be the woman that she was now. And, she had been Kathy's maid of honor at their wedding.

They did beat the squall to the island. Just barely. They had just gotten the boat anchored and secured in the small cove when the first raindrops hit. He made one final check of everything topside before going below.

Below decks, Kathy was waiting for him. She put her arms around him and pulled him to her. "Well, Skipper. It doesn't look as if Ginger and Mary Ann are anywhere nearby. You're just going to have to make do with Gilligan." He felt himself being lifted up into the air as she carried him to the bunk and laid him down upon it. "And the first order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes."

That didn't take her long, as all he was wearing was a pair of swim trunks. And they weren't that wet, the squall didn't look as if it was going to be as bad as he had thought it would be. She quickly had his trunks off, holding his legs up with one arm as she used her other hand to slide them off. Though he didn't exactly make it easy for her, as he was working on her bikini at the same time.

She held him down on the bunk with a hand in the middle of his chest, while she threw a leg over him and mounted him. All thoughts of the weather outside vanished from his mind as her long shapely legs began their powerful pumping.

He reached up and cupped her large full breasts with his hands, squeezing them with all of his Arion strength.

Soon, the entire boat was in motion. A motion that had absolutely nothing to do with the waves outside. He was sure that Gilligan never treated the Skipper the way that she was treating him. For which he was very grateful.

After the rain had ended, they went back up onto the deck.

Then he felt himself being lifted up into the air. Then he was flying through the air, headed for the water of the cove. He came up sputtering, to see Kathy diving over him. Turning around, he saw her cleave into the water, barely raising a splash.

As he started swimming in that direction, he felt something brush against his leg. Then, before he could react, he was being pulled under. He managed to kick his legs free and worked his way back to the surface.

As he came up sputtering, Kathy was right beside him, treading water. And laughing. "We're not on the boat anymore, Captain. Does that change...."

She never completed her question, as she disappeared from view, being pulled down into the water. She came up a few seconds later, sputtering just as he had been, as she turned her head, looking around for whatever had pulled her down.

Suddenly, a head popped up between them. A head with long golden hair. "You should be more careful of who you dunk. He may be your husband, but he's also my son."

"Mother! I'm glad you could make it."

"Didn't think I'd come early, did you?" Putting an arm around each of them, she lifted them up and floated up to the shore, depositing them gently upon the white sandy beach. "And when I saw Kathy dunk you, well, I just couldn't resist. I don't think she's had anybody do that to her lately."

"That's for sure. I didn't even see you coming," Kathy replied, before giving her mother-in-law a hug. Then his 'mother' came over and hugged him.

After a little more frolicking on the sand and in the water, they went back to the sailboat for their dinner.

That night, the rain came back. They were all below decks when the lightning hit the boat. As a result, they did not see the shimmering green glow that descended from the clouds and surrounded the sailboat for a few seconds.

When the green glow faded, the cove was empty.

In the morning, the three of them sailed back. As they sailed into port, Kathy had a vague feeling of unease. It wasn't something that she could quite put her finger on it, though. It was just that, somehow, the harbor didn't look the same as it had yesterday. But then, the Bahamas weren't exactly a familiar place for her anyway; it wasn't like she knew the harbor well. She didn't bother mentioning it to her new husband.

Tying up the boat at the wharf, the newlyweds walked ashore. SuperFemme had already flown off before they entered the harbor, having some business to take care of.

"Hey, Kathy, take a look at this."

Kathy turned away from the pastries in the restaurant display window to see that Randall had stopped at the newsstand next door and was holding up a magazine. It showed the face of a familiar blonde-haired woman. The face of Randall's 'mother', SuperFemme, the Velorian Protector of Earth.

Looking again at the magazine, she saw that it wasn't a tabloid, as she had expected, but a respected mainstream news publication.

"Mother didn't tell me she was going public. I'm gonna have to buy this and show it to her when we see her again tonight."

As they ate lunch, Randall leafed through the magazine article.

"Look at this. They got it all wrong," he said, turning the magazine and pushing it across the table so that she could look at it. "She never did anything like this. And who is this 'Dark Supergirl' character? She's obviously an Arion Alpha, but I've never read of one doing anything like this. Take a look at what she did in Mexico."

Kathy read where his finger pointed. "An entire army battalion?"

"She never told me anything like that."

"But those pictures. That is her, isn't it?"

"It sure looks like her. But look at what she's wearing. Have you ever seen that blue outfit? That's the only thing they show her in. Not one picture of her usual clothes. And look at this picture. Doesn't she look a little younger to you? She looks almost as young as you."

She looked up at him and frowned. "Mr. Johnston, are you saying that I look old?"

He laughed at the expression on her face. "No, no, Mrs. Johnston. But quit frowning, that'll put lines around your eyes and make you look older. Just look at that picture."

"I did, and you're right. She does look younger. And they keep calling her 'Supergirl'. Your mother always went by SuperFemme, didn't she?"

"Of course. But then, she's not going to use her Velorian name. And she's certainly not going to reveal her secret identity."

After having taken them shopping for clothes, Sirren took the other two women to a nightclub so that they could get accustomed to wearing their new clothes. And to the effect that their new clothes had on the Terran men around them. And on some of the women, as well.

Looking around, Ferren realized that she had gotten separated from the others. She began searching for Sirren; the younger woman was the one that knew about this world, and its people.

As she walked by a table, she felt a light touch on her arm. Stopping and looking down, she saw that one of the men at the table had grabbed her arm. She had almost completely pulled him out of his chair before she had stopped.

"Easy there, Chiquita," he said to her, getting back into his chair. but without releasing his hold on her arm. "Where ya rushing off to in such a hurry?"

She forced her mind to work in the local dialect. "I'm looking for my friends. Without them, I don't have a ride home."

"Why dontcha come with us? We'll give you a ride, won't we, boys?" The other two men laughed as they agreed enthusiastically.

Ferren was pleased to hear their offer. This wasn't at all the way she had expected to be treated by these Terrans. She gladly took the chair that one of the men offered her, and sat down at the table with them.

No, this definitely was not the way she had heard that these Terrans treated their women. She actually began to enjoy their company. Not only did they offer to take her home, but they also bought her refreshment. Lots of it. Even if it was the weak thin stuff that they called whiskey.

These men were not that unattractive, at least for Terrans. They could almost pass for Betas. They all had jet-black hair, as all Arions did, though their skin was darker.

She also enjoyed their almost continuous compliments on her appearance. But then that was just her due, she was sure that these Terrans had never met an Arion Prime, or any other Supremis female, before.

Still, weak and thin or not, alcohol, when consumed in sufficient quantity, will affect the constitution of even an Arion Prime. And since she drank more than the three men combined, it definitely began to affect her. Soon, a feeling of physical languor began to drift over her, combined with a sense of mental euphoria, until she no longer cared about finding Sirren and the other Prime, figuring that these men could take her back to the island. It never occurred to her to wonder how they would know where to take her, since she didn't know the location herself. Instead, she was perfectly content to sit here with these men, soaking up their admiration of her beauty.

As a result, when the men suggested that they leave, she willingly went with them. One of them even opened and held the door for her as she got into a big white ground vehicle, even though she knew that she had more strength in her little finger than he had in his entire body. It didn't occur to her to wonder how a ground vehicle could get her back to an island completely surrounded by water.

When they arrived at their destination, she immediately knew that it wasn't her island, even though they were right on the waterfront. However, she really didn't care, she was enjoying the company of these three men so much. She willingly accompanied them inside the dwelling.

As soon as they were inside, she immediately knew what they wanted to do. That meshed quite well with what she wanted to do. Apparently, these men knew that she had just recently arrived on their planet, and wanted to properly welcome her.

The last planet that she had been on, the natives hadn't been even remotely humanoid; there had been no desire on their part to properly welcome her. Or on her side, for that matter, either.

And the damn Kintzi! They had only seen the natives as food.

The natives here, at least this group, also apparently knew that one Terran male would not be enough for her, for all three had come into the sleeping chamber with her.

They had just started to remove her clothes when there was a loud CRASH from the front of the dwelling. The men immediately left her, pushing her down onto the bed as they ran back to the front of the dwelling.

As she lay on the bed, wondering what was happening, she heard several sharp reports from the front, followed by screams. Alarmed, she leaped off of the bed. Fortunately, she avoided hitting her head against the ceiling in the process. Fortunately for the ceiling, that is. She didn't take notice of the state of her clothes, her dress open in front, almost completely exposing her breasts.

As she turned the corner into the large room at the front, she saw a group of men, all dressed in black clothes, coming into the dwelling. One of them grabbed her, all but throwing her against the wall. He pointed what she recognized as a primitive Terran weapon at her, as another man ran his hands along her body.

She was still puzzling over the meaning of this ritual, when she glanced back over her shoulder and saw two of the men she had come with lying motionless on the floor. Concerned over the wellbeing of her new friends, she immediately went to them, heedless of the man that she knocked down as she spun around.

As she knelt beside them, her Warrior training immediately told her that the two men were dead. These newcomers in black for some reason had killed her new friends. Barely containing her rage, she stood up. Clenching her fists at her sides, she barely remembered to use the local dialect as she faced the men and addressed them. "Why have you killed them?"

"Hold it right there!" The man whom she had knocked down had gotten up to his knees and was pointing his weapon at her.

"Why did you kill my friends?" she asked again, taking a step towards him.

"Hold it right there!" he barked out again.

"Answer me!" she replied, as she continued to walk towards him.

Suddenly, there was a sharp report. It was followed by an even sharper impact against her chest, knocking her back a step. Looking down at herself, she saw a ragged hole in her dress over her right breast. Through the hole, she saw a dark patch on her skin. Rubbing it with her fingers, she removed the lead smudge, revealing the flawless skin underneath, incidentally enlarging the hole in her dress. Another sharp report rang out. It was followed by a sharp impact against her left breast, spinning her halfway around.

Realizing that their primitive weapons really couldn't hurt her, she turned around to face the man who had shot her, putting her hands on her hips.

"Shit! It's that 'Dark Supergirl' bitch from Texas!" This came from behind her. Turning her head, she saw two other men. Both had their weapons raised, but were staring at her, with their mouths and eyes wide open. A third man was just disappearing through the door, leaving the dwelling.

Another report rang out, followed by a sharp impact against her stomach. Deciding that she'd had enough of this nonsense, she took a couple of steps towards the man on the floor in front of her. Slashing out with her leg, her toes caught him under his chin.

Even though she didn't kick him very hard, his chin failed to catch her foot. It didn't even slow her down, as his head all but separated from his body, his skull crumpling from the impact, blood and brains splattering the wall behind him.

As she started to turn around, she felt more impacts against her back and side.

She really had had enough of this nonsense. Her Warrior Prime training took over. Less than a second later, the only thing left of the two men were bloody lumps of flesh in their uniforms. Without even pausing to catch her breath, since she hadn't exerted herself all that much yet, she walked to the door. As she stepped out into the night, more of the tiny lead slugs hit her stomach and chest, forcing her back inside and down onto her rump.

She was really getting annoyed with these Terrans, and with their primitive weapons. Picking herself up off of the floor, she rushed out through the door. Seeing the bright flashes of their weapon discharges, she ran towards them.

Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a bigger and brighter flash. Then, she was flying through the air, over the seawall and towards the ocean, the remains of her clothes completely burned off.

She landed naked on the beach, momentarily stunned from the force of whatever weapon that had hit her, not knowing that the armor-piercing rocket would have destroyed anything softer than a Warrior Prime, like a main battle tank.

As she lay still on the damp sand, trying to regain control over her body, two more rockets came right at her. The first one came over her legs and exploded against her stomach. The explosion jerked her body up into a sitting position. She didn't stay in that position very long, as the second one hit her right in the chest, snapping her body back down to the ground again. This time, she did not move again.

Tomas had been with the DEA for nearly ten years. In that time, he had seen some strange and incredible things, but he had never seen anything quite like this. He was amazed to see that the girl was still in one piece. He was really glad that they had brought along the rocket launchers, prepared for an all-out battle with these drug dealers; he hated to think about facing her with just their rifles and pistols. They'd known that these men were armed to the teeth, but they had never suspected that they were working in concert with the 'Dark Supergirl' that he had heard about from his colleagues in Texas. Some incredible and unbelievable things.

He hadn't believed those stories before, but there was no doubt in his mind about them now. They'd hit her with enough firepower to have destroyed an army main battle tank. How could a person possibly survive all that? Yet, for all he could tell, they'd simply knocked her unconscious. That, and ripped her clothes to shreds and burned them off. Her skin didn't seem to be burned at all, however; when he rubbed at some of it, the dark soot just came off.

He marveled at her silky smooth skin, wondering how it was possible that something so smooth and seemingly soft could have withstood everything they had thrown at her. He also remembered what her slender arms had done to some of the rocket launchers. He knew that they had to do something to restrain her before she woke up. Unless they could kill her, and that didn't seem too likely, after what they had already done to her in an attempt to do so. He quickly gave the orders to his men, who rushed off to obey. Apparently, they were just as much in fear of this girl, of this 'Dark Supergirl', as he was.

As others went to get more rockets, two men brought out a heavy anchor chain. They half carried and half dragged it over towards the unconscious girl. They had just gotten the chain to her, when the girl stirred and began to sit up.

The two men immediately dropped the chain, draping it partially over her legs, and grabbed her arms, trying to force her back down to the ground. She easily shook her arms free of their grasps. She then grabbed their arms.

Tomas' jaw dropped as he saw her lift the two men up and throw them. His eyes followed them as they sailed out over the bay, disappearing into the dark. He saw the water froth as they came down with large splashes more than a hundred feet from the shore. In the dark, he couldn't see whether the men came back up to the surface or not.

Looking back at the girl, he was that she getting up to her feet, lifting the chain off of her legs and holding it out in front of her. Even after having seen her throw the two big men into the ocean, he still couldn't believe her strength, as she lifted the heavy chain that had taken two big strong men to carry. Yet she was holding it as another girl might hold a dress or a blouse in front of her.

He was amazed when she stuck out her tongue. Still holding the chain in front of her, she licked it. Then, her already high breasts rose up even higher on her chest as she held the chain horizontally in front of her. She then started pulling on the chain, as if she was trying to pull it apart.

He had already seen that she was strong, incredibly strong. But nobody was strong enough to pull apart a heavy chain like the one she was holding. Could anybody possibly be that strong?

He saw her body explode into a mass of muscle. He heard a high-pitched squealing sound. Amazingly, the chain started to give, as the thick links began to stretch. With a final squeal, the chain tore apart. She then tossed the two halves away, where they landed on the sand with loud THUDs.

Then she turned her head and looked directly at him. He tried to take a step back, and discovered that he was frozen in place. He couldn't move, he couldn't even look away from those deep blue eyes. When she started to walk towards him, he again tried and failed to move away from her.

She stopped directly in front of him, put her hands on her hips, and looked him over. He couldn't help but to do the same to her. From the top of her jet-black hair, to the face with the deep blue eyes, to the chest with the large full breasts sitting so high and proud, to the narrow waist, to the flaring hips, to the long shapely legs, all the way down to her feet.

With a start, he realized that his hands were only inches away from her beautiful bare breasts. With a gulp, he started trying to force his hands back down.

Ferren smiled to herself when she saw that the Terran male was trying so hard not to touch her, apparently turned on by her Arion strength. Suddenly, she got the urge to see just what this Terran male was like, to see whether he could actually do anything for her, to do what the other three men had just started before the interruption. Releasing some of her pheromones, she forced herself to speak in his language. "Go ahead. Touch me." She smiled at him, in a way that she hoped would tell any human male, Supremis or otherwise, just where she wanted him to touch her.

Tomas couldn't believe his ears. Her voice was sweet, almost musical, and her accent was strange, but the words were unmistakable. At the same time, his nostrils were filled with her sweet scent, a scent reminiscent of honey and wildflowers. He brought his hands up to cup her large full breasts. Her skin was so smooth, like silk. Yet, her breasts were so firm. He increased the pressure, but even when he used all of his strength, his fingers could only make the smallest of dimples in her firm globes. It was almost as if he was caressing a warm marble statue.

"Harder," Ferren said, thinking that he was merely teasing her with his feathery light caresses. But when nothing changed, she looked down at his hands. She saw the tendons standing out on the back of his hands, and she realized that he was using all of the puny strength in his Terran hands.

She hadn't realized that Terrans were this weak, a man's large hands barely able to dimple in the flesh of her softest parts. She decided that she was going to have to explore their abilities a little more. Or rather, their inabilities.

Quickly sweeping his hands aside, she wrapped her arms around him and gently pulled him towards her. She felt her breasts flatten slightly as she rubbed his broad muscular chest up and down over them. "Mmm, I just might be able to get some use out of him," she thought to herself, closing her eyes. She recalled that Sirren had brought a Terran male back with her, and that she had seemed to take some pleasure from him.

Even though she was careful not to rub his fragile male body too hard against her female body, her body was still beginning to feel the effects. Her nipples firmed up. Catching in the folds of his shirt, her erect nipples began tearing his shirt apart. Each pass ripped off another strip of his shirt. Fortunately for Tomas, she wasn't holding him too tightly, only enough to bruise his hard muscular chest against her soft breasts and drive the air out of his lungs.

Suddenly, she realized that he was trying to push her away. Opening her eyes, she saw the pain in his face. Realizing that she wasn't being gentle enough, she relaxed her embrace. "Not only are they so weak, but they're so soft," she thought to herself. "I'm going to have to be very careful to be very gentle with him. Even gentler than I've been."

Keeping an arm around his waist, she used her other hand to rip away his jeans and his briefs. She was a little disappointed at what she saw there, nowhere near the size of a male Prime. But, there was something there, and he was the only man around.

Softening her body as much as she could, she pulled him to her again. Remembering to be very careful to be very gentle with him, she held him with one arm around his waist, as she put her other arm around his neck to pull his face to hers.

He squirmed, trying to break out of her embrace. The squirming just made the kiss feel better, as his body rubbed against hers. Releasing his neck, she moved her hand down his body until she had it on his ass.

Widening her stance, she lifted him up into her. He truly was as soft as he was weak; she could barely feel him inside of her. Closing her eyes as she concentrated on feeling him, she began stroking herself with him, using his entire body as a huge dildo.

She was concentrating so hard on trying to feel his soft shaft inside of her that she did not realize that the soft love taps she felt on her back actually were nothing of the kind.

Tomas was in pain. Lots of it. Every time she lifted him up into her, his chest hit against her large firm breasts, forcing the air out of his lungs. And that wasn't the worst of it. She had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. He doubted whether he would have been able to move himself in her. But that didn't stop this supergirl from using him, pounding his hips against hers, as she threatened alternately to crush his cock and to rip it off.

He tried to scream, but his tortured lungs didn't allow him much more than a soft gurgle. Looking at her face, he saw that she had closed her eyes. Putting his hands on her sides, he tried to stop her from moving his body. But even with all of his strength, he would have had better success trying to stop the waves in the ocean. Balling up his hands into fists, he began pounding on her sides and on her back. She didn't even open her eyes, as she moaned softly.

Finally, she did respond to him. But not in the way that he had hoped for. She kept a hand on his ass, continuing to thrust him in and out. Her other hand came up to his back, pressing his chest against hers, driving out what little air remained in his lungs. He tried to scream, but there just was no air left for him to do anything more than gasp.

It wasn't clear whether he lost consciousness from lack of air or from the pain. In either case, he never felt his ribcage collapsing against the girl's large firm breasts. He definitely did not feel the rest of his body crumpling against the hard steel of her body.

He was far past caring when another rocket exploded, knocking the girl onto her back and vaporizing what was left of his body.

As she was flying back to meet with her son and his new bride, SuperFemme saw a bright flash of light out of the corners of eyes. At first, she thought that somebody was playing around with some fireworks. However, focusing her super-vision, she saw the results of what had to have been a small explosion on a beach. And in the middle of it, she saw a naked woman. The black hair made it clear that she was an Arion Alpha. She immediately changed course and dived towards the Arion, her eyes scanning for more.

She didn't see signs of any other Arions. There was a group of people from some law enforcement agency surrounding the one Arion on the ground. SuperFemme landed just as the Arion started stirring. Standing over the Arion, SuperFemme immediately jabbed her fingers under the Arion's ribcage, reaching for the heart.

SuperFemme kept her grip as the Arion thrashed, trying to escape. The Arion gave a final spasm, as SuperFemme finally crushed the heart. SuperFemme dropped the body as it immediately burst into flames, lighting up the entire beach momentarily.

One of the men approached her warily. When she made no threatening motions, he continued approaching. "Supergirl! Thanks for the assist. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't dropped by. She'd already killed three of our men."

Supergirl? She hadn't been called that in a long time. However, this wasn't the time or the place for that. "Was there just one of them?" she asked, waving a hand at the pile of ashes that had been the body of an Arion Alpha just mere moments before.

"That's all we've seen so far, thank God. One's more than enough for me."

"Do you mind if I look around a little?" There might be a clue as to what the Arion had been doing here. Or equipment. Or worse, weapons. Advanced Arion weapons.

"Be my guest, Supergirl." There was that name again. Why was he calling her that? Didn't he know that she was old enough to be his grandmother?

She smiled to herself as she turned and walked towards the house, the man trotting to keep up with her long-legged stride. "No, he wouldn't know that I'm old enough to be his grandmother. I probably look younger than his, well, probably not as young as his daughter, but most certainly younger than wife." Once inside, she tried to stay out of the way as the men searched the house, uncovering ample evidence of the drug trafficking.

"Hey, what's this?"

She turned around to see that one of the men had dumped the contents of a black purse. Inside were none of the cosmetics that one would expect inside a woman's purse; she always carried some when she went around in civilian clothing, even if she never used any of them. But something else that was in there caught her eye. She immediately walked over and reached for a small black object about the size and shape of a cell phone.

"What is it?" The man who had dumped the purse reached it first. As his fingers closed about it, there was a short electronic CHIRP from the object. Surprised, he immediately opened his hand, dropping the object back onto the floor.

Reaching out for it and turning it over in her hand, she knew what it was, even though she had never seen this particular model before. "It's an Arion short-range personal communicator," she replied. "That's a priority call. Fortunately, you didn't answer it, or they might be coming to pay you a little visit soon."

She saw him pale and shudder at the thought of more Arion Alphas descending upon them. She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't answer the call." She turned it over again, and when she pressed one of the buttons, they all could see that the little display was lit up. She turned around to line herself up with the little glowing arrow. "This is a homing signal, so the bearer can get home. I could use this to pay them a little visit. If you'll let me have it."

"Well, normally, we'd have to keep it as evidence, but seeing as it's you, Supergirl..."

There was that name again. Ignoring it and seeing the look in his eyes, a look she had seen in many men's eyes, as he broke off, she remembered to clamp down on her pheromones. Taking her hand off of his shoulder, she turned around and walked towards the door. "Thank you." With that, she leaped up into the night sky and flew off, heading west, towards the Keys, following the glowing arrow on the little device.

As she flew on, a feeling of unease grew. Randall and Kathy were sailing out here. What if the Arions found them? If Randall was recognized as a Beta, he'd probably be executed instantly for desertion. And if Kathy tried to defend him, they'd certainly realize that she was a Velorian-enhanced Terran, if they didn't mistake her outright for a Velorian. And as spectacular an enhancement as she was, Kathy wasn't strong enough to fight off an Arion Alpha. Let alone if they stumbled across a base of some kind.

The feeling got worse as the homing signal led her closer and closer to the island where they had agreed to meet tonight. It got much worse as she realized that the homing signal was indeed leading her directly to that particular island.

Steve had gotten a gig with ESPN, covering the hoopla leading up to the Super Bowl in Tampa. Naturally, weren't about to let him go off to Florida in the middle of the winter without taking us along. We decided to make a family vacation out of it. Steve dug into his wallet and got us a beachfront cabin for the week. Even my darling husband got some time off to come with us. Karen hadn't visited Disneyland while living in Los Angeles, so she really enjoyed Disney World. And the other tourist traps. So did I, even though I'd been to Florida before, back when Steve was still playing with the Broncos. There had been road games against both the Dolphins and the Bucs.

But first things first. I'd just gotten my darling husband's clothes off of him and started on my clothes when the door burst open and somebody rushed in.

I pushed myself off of the bed and turned around to face the intruder. "Karen! Can't you give us a little privacy?"

"Sorry, Julie." She didn't look apologetic at all. "Aunt Joan says you'd better come out and see this." She turned on her heels and marched out. I followed.

Mom and Steve were sitting together on the couch. But not doing what I had expected them to be doing. Instead, they were intently watching the television. I walked behind them and watched, with Karen at my side. I barely noticed when George joined us, taking my hand. Unlike me, he had put his clothes back on. He didn't say a word as he stared at the television screen.

Unfortunately, it looked as if the Super Bowl wasn't the only thing happening in Florida this week. The word coming out of the Keys sounded like an Arion Warrior Prime was on the loose. A female. Maybe even the 'Dark Supergirl' herself. She had apparently been involved with a group of drug smugglers when the DEA raided their hideout. Needless to say, the DEA didn't have the firepower to take her down.

This didn't really sound like the 'Dark Supergirl'. In the past, she had always seemed to be acting on her own, without involving herself with any organized criminal elements. Terran criminals, that is. Still, there was no question in my mind that she was an Arion Warrior Prime. That automatically made her my problem.

I still remembered what the 'Dark Supergirl' had done to me the last time that we had met. But I also remembered what the Arions had done, and were doing, to Tetra when I had been there. And I was itching for some payback. I immediately took off for the Keys.

Even though it only took me a few minutes to get there, by the time that I got there, the excitement was all over. I was just about to fly off and go rejoin my family when another officer approached me.

"Supergirl! You're back already? Did you find any more?" he asked me.

Huh? Say what? I'm blonde, but I'm not that blonde. I'm back? I just got here, didn't I? And did I find any more what?

My confusion must have shown, for he continued on. "You took that alien communicator and then took off to look for more of them." He pointed off to the left.

I did what? "Uh, no, I didn't," I stammered out. "I have to be going." I leaped up into the night sky and flew off, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on around here. I knew that I hadn't been here before, so why did he think that I had?

But if somebody impersonating me had been here, she apparently had gone off in the direction he had pointed. And looking for more Arion Primes? Though I couldn't imagine that it would have been easy for somebody to impersonate a flying blonde, I headed in that direction, my super-vision scanning from side to side, looking for I wasn't sure what.

Sirren pushed the thoughts of Ferren from her mind, for now. She should have been back by now. "She's an experienced Warrior Prime," Sirren told herself, "she can take care of herself. When she remembers, she'll call us on her communicator, and I'll have to send someone to pick her up. Or else she can home in on our signal."

Thinking of communications finished turning her mind away from Ferren and to her communications staff. Or at least, to one of them. She was lying on her bed, a nearly exhausted communications tech lying to her right. She rolled over onto her side, running her left hand lightly over him, tracing the sparse hair on his broad muscular chest. He reached up and softly caressed her arm.

She suppressed a sigh. She knew that it wasn't his fault. There was nothing wrong with his enthusiasm, nor with his effort. His male Beta body just didn't have the strength to please her fully. While he was quite a bit stronger than Carlos was, his strength, as that of all Betas, still was nowhere near hers.

She had gotten used Carlos' deliciously light caresses. Knowing that he didn't have the strength to do more, she had learned to accept that. And, she admitted to herself, she had learned to enjoy it. But the Betas, with their greater strength, had taken her to another level. Unfortunately, that had just made her want more. A more that the Betas just couldn't give her.

She drew her hand back as he stirred. She raised herself up to her knees, preparing to throw a leg over him in order to take him again.

He put up his arms, trying to push her off of him. "Please, Sirren. I've had enough. I can't do any more."

She forced herself to suppress yet another sigh. That was another problem with these Betas. They didn't have that much more stamina than Carlos did. Especially when she had to restrict herself to using just one of them; two of the others were on duty, and one was still recovering from last night. She had gotten a little carried away then. Fortunately, she had managed to stop herself after only dislocating his shoulder.

Reluctantly, she drew her leg back. "Very well, Bilvek. Go get some rest." She reminded herself that it wasn't his fault that his Beta body couldn't keep up with her Prime appetites. Even when the Betas didn't have to do much more than merely sit in front of their computer consoles all day. She also reminded herself that it was one of the burdens of command; she did not want to disrupt the working relationships the other Warriors Prime had built up. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly, her large full breasts dragging over his broad chest as she did so.

Before Bilvek could drag himself away from her bed, there was an insistent knock at her door. Angry at the intrusion, even though nothing important was being interrupted, she called out curtly, "What is it?"

"Sirren, a Velorian has been spotted," the breathless voice of a Beta answered.

Sirren immediately forgot her anger at the intrusion. She didn't even noticed that hehad addressed her by name, instead of by her rank, an intimacy she only permitted in bed. She jumped off of the bed, all thoughts of the previous hour's pleasures, and of the upcoming frustrations, forgotten.

Bilvek also flew off of the bed. Unlike Sirren, however, he did not do so under his own power. Just like Sirren, it was her muscles that propelled him from the bed, as her leg brushed against his side, knocking him off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. There was another thud as his head hit the floor, knocking him unconscious.

Sirren didn't even turn around to see what the thuds were, as she made a quick grab for her uniform, draped over the back of a chair, and immediately headed for the door. The door flew off of its hinges, flying over the bed and narrowly missing Bilvek's head. The door came to rest lying across his legs, after having broken one of them just above the knee.

The Beta was caught flat-footed as the door disappeared. His mouth was still opening to say something else when Sirren charged into him. The collision between the slender woman and the large man was a totally unequal match. He flew down the hallway, his head barely missing the ceiling. His head, however, did not miss the wall, He was already unconscious by the time his body slid down to the floor.

Sirren didn't even slow down from the collision, running down the hallway in the opposite direction. In her haste, she had only gotten half of her uniform, the top half, the halter with the attached campaign cape, the bottom half fluttering down to land atop the broken door. Not bothering to go back for the rest of it, she put on the halter as she charged for the front of the house, slipping her breasts into place.

She emerged from the house just in time to see the Velorian flying directly towards her. Turning on her heels, she immediately went back inside through another door, drawing her pursuer in. Bracing herself, she entered the specially prepared room. Quickly, before the gold could sap her strength, she opened the concealed trapdoor in the floor and dropped through, closing and sealing the door behind her.

I soon found myself over the Keys. Nothing looked unusual. Sparse traffic on the bridge. A couple of pleasure boats still on the water, though most of them had found someplace to anchor for the night. I was about to give up on my search, when I spotted some activity on an island to my left.

My worst fears were confirmed as I approached, scanning the island with my telescopic vision. I wasn't facing just the 'Dark Supergirl'. I was facing three Warriors Prime; she had two men with her. Even worse, I discovered that they weren't alone. The three of them were trying to surround a young blonde woman in a red and white bikini. As I poured on the speed, trying to rescue the blonde, one of the men reached her, striking her in the back. She went flying across the beach, landing partially in the water.

Amazingly, she got back up to her feet, darting aside as the other man leaped for her. As she danced away, her backhanded blow sent him down to the sand.

The blonde had to be a Velorian. There simply was no way that an enhanced Terran could have survived that blow against her back, let alone drop a Warrior Prime to the ground with one blow. But if she was a Velorian, why had she been hiding, leaving me to fight the Arions by myself? Or had she just gotten here? Had they finally assigned a real Protector to Earth, as they had done in Sharon's dimension?

But if she was a Protector, why was she staying on the ground where the Arions could reach her? Why wasn't she using her flight powers to take the initiative, allowing her to pick and choose where and when to fight?

Even as I wondered about that, something else streaked into the fray. Another woman, her long golden hair streaming behind her, as she struck the first man from behind, knocking him onto the one that was just trying to rise up from the sand. She was definitely a Velorian; not only had she flown into the action, but she was wearing the blue and red uniform of a Protector.

A second Velorian! I was no longer the only Velorian on Earth!

But now wasn't the time to be celebrating. We still had three Warriors Prime to take care of. I dived down towards the beach. Just then, I saw some motion out of the corners of my eyes. Looking in that direction, I saw somebody coming out of the house just beyond the beach. A woman. With black hair.

I knew that she had to be a Warrior Prime, she was in uniform. At least, she was in half of the uniform. She had on the halter, with the cape draped behind her back. But that was all, she didn't have anything on the lower half of her body.

However, this wasn't the proper time to wonder about Arion uniform regulations. As I focused my vision on her face, I felt almost a physical blow when I recognized her. This was the 'Dark Supergirl', the Arion who had nearly killed me before I woke up on my way to Tetra.

She must have seen me at about the same time, for as I swerved to head straight at her, she ran around the corner of the building and ran inside. Suspecting a possible trap, I ignored the door and flew in through a window.

There was no trap; the room was empty. Seeing only one other door in the room, I quickly pushed it open and went through, all of my previous thoughts about a possible trap completely forgotten. As soon as I stepped into the other room, I knew that I had made a mistake. A big mistake. A really big mistake. A totally blonde kind of mistake. The room was totally empty, but that wasn't the mistake. Actually, I knew that I had the mistake when I stumbled and fell flat on my face onto the floor.

Lying on the floor, I could feel the tingling sensation all over my body. This wasn't the good kind of tingling sensation, such as I got whenever people shot at me and bounced bullets off of my large full breasts. This was completely different. This was the tingling and nauseating sensation that I got from gold. Lots of gold.

I didn't need to look around to know that the walls had to be lined with gold. But I did look around, anyway. Unfortunately, there was nothing to see. No windows, no doors, other than the one I had just come through. If this was what being inside of Fort Knox felt like, I knew that our country's gold repository was safe from me.

As I turned back to the door, it slammed shut, and I heard it latch. I leaped at the door, intending to go right through it. Instead, I bounced off, falling back on the floor and landing on my ass. Even the damn door had gold in it.

I got back up to my feet and started banging on the door. I was so weak, I couldn't even smash through the wood paneling, let alone smash my way through the gold.

I was about to try yelling for help, even though I doubted that any sound could penetrate the thick walls and get out of the room, when the floor shook, knocking my down on my ass again. As I tried to stand back up, the floor shook again. And again. And again. I continued to lie on the floor as the floor continued to shake. Straining my ears, I could hear what sounded like explosions outside. It was as if World War Three had just broken out, and I was caught in the middle.

Caught right in the middle, and absolutely powerless to do a thing about it.

I was trapped by the gold, while the other two Velorians faced the four Warriors Prime. Worse yet, there might be more than the four that I had already seen; I didn't know how many others there might be.

I didn't even wonder about where the other two Velorians had come from, as I picked myself up off of the floor and threw myself at the door again.